Us. Them. Other. (or Life on the Edge)

I live fairly close to the edges of things – I’m the one who says the wrong thing, or writes what everyone’s thinking and nobody will say. My past is littered with moments of other-ness so as much as it’s cosy in here with Us, I can’t help but wish They could be here too. […]

Love and Mercy in a Time of Fear

Nobody’s going to read this, but I’m going to write it anyway. It’s my something. As in “I must do something”. I started writing a list of reasons why that guy might not like me. (you know, the orange one. Over the pond.) I am an immigrant. I am a woman. I am not, and […]